But the sun, he is the setting sun and the rising sun every moment. When he went down the mountain to collect the bleak afterglow, it was when he was burning on the other side and climbed to the top of the mountain to spread the brilliance of the morning. One day, I will also walk down the mountain in silence, holding on to my crutches. On that day, in a certain valley, a cheerful child would run up and hold his toys. Of course, that's not me. But isn't that me? The universe, with its incessant desire, makes a song and dance into eternity. What kind of human name this desire has, it can be ignored.
It's such a beautiful day. Nothing beats his own words.
The first half was extremely depressing, we are all stick people, and the second half comforted me perfectly. Great reunion of life.
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